My head was swooning. My hand was sweating in his.
I love him, I thought. I love him so much.
I turned to him. He turned to me. He got ready to say something. My heart throbbed like a deep cut.
"I feel sick. I'm going to go lay down," he said. Then vanished.
PoppppP! The moment burst like bubblegum, leaving me in a gooey glob of mess. Stuck with my love thoughts. Alone.
He did say it a few weeks later. He swayed into it, like a gentle breeze.
"I'm falling in love with you," he said, with me in his arms. Falling? my inside voice asked. Then he added, "No, I am in love with you."
It was a love that we built on, added to, and continue to grow.
Now he says, "I love you more." And I know exactly what he means. More.